My mind chaotically dances
in the stillness of night,
forcing myself to remain awake
until the Sun rises to light,
which is then when I shall sleep,
and when others may play.
Eyes that have grown so dark,
drowning in the sorrows of pain,
and of sheer misery.
As cold as ice; a freezing rain,
I take this blade,
and shatter it,
while in so deep.
Removing the dagger
that binds my soul to this very life,
seems not of possibility,
as I have melted the knife
and imbedded it into my tortured body.
To become one with my soul
for all eternity.
And it is the same melted fragments
that circulate through my veins,
in a flow of red liquid; of blood,
that allows myself to live.
A double-edged sword
that shall one day end my reign,
and leave me in a better place.
Perhaps even somewhere out there,
out in outer space,
where all things vanish into
that which is void
of air.
Where I will be,
between both life and death,
and all the rest.
And where I shall be free
of all the pain,
that had once forced me
to bleed.
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